Afraid of my own shadow,
I am.
Nervous as a cat, I twitch
a little; the anxious itching
rises up my trunk like ivy
and entangles me.
Afraid,I suffer
from my substance,
my gravity,
my mass. It is ghastly,
the guilt
one feels
when one blots out the sun.
But I am not dumb,
the penumbra numbs the edges
and from where your laying--
in the deep grass,
watching the eclipse--
it must look like I am merging
with the sky, emerging from the sun,
and hovering,
for a moment,
before I ignite.
I am
afraid of my own shadow.
You are
only here for the show.
"This journal is not a mere literary diversion. The further I progress, reducing to order what my past life suggests, and the more I persist in the rigor of composition--of the chapters, of the sentences, of the book itself--the more do I feel myself hardening in my will to utilize, for virtuous ends, my former hardships. I feel their power." --Jean Genet
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07 July 2009
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